Red Hot Chili?

Let’s give them a chance. In the name of the good old days, of Blood Sugar Sex Magik and what they represented for thousands of teenagers between the early 90s and mid-2000s. In the name, too, of John Frusciante’s return to guitar, the poet was cursed successor to Jimi Hendrix. For all these reasons, let’s try not to watch this twelfth album by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Infinite Lovelike a record intended to pay tax arrears and hip prostheses to former California punks who became multimillionaires.

We know to take, which is a good apple sensitive to the fate of a group that re-ignites the light after two deliquescent albums, where “Red Hot” proves that they are less without Frusciante. Yes, there is something touching in this illustration of the idea of ​​“alchemy” in a group, the musical equivalent of “because it’s him, because it’s me”. You may hate them, find them dated or broken, but the “Red Hot” sound and style exists. Infinite Love a new example. Having their own artistic identity is not given to everyone, and so we are more careful than release before placing this disc, with the contempt required for any musician unfortunate to perform in front of more than a thousand people, in the category of “ average premium “.

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Blaming the Red Hot Chili Peppers for being on autopilot is laziness yourself. This is equivalent to applying the quartet’s discography to a reading grid the same as one would use to analyze David Bowie’s or Radiohead’s. But the group is the product of a context, of a fusion that is more accidental than intentional. It’s a new one, not part of an avant-garde. From the beginning, the band’s potential did not lie in the ability to break musical codes, but in the great play offered by the instrumental talent of its members. Red Hot mistakenly “only” knows how to play together. If they want to change themselves, they probably can’t.

Too Gourmand

So that nothing strange is to be found Infinite Love – which could very well be the third half of the double Stadium Arcadium – the qualities and the defects of the previous three discs sealed Frusciante. The technical components cannot be changed: double stop and guitar triads, differences between “slapped” bass parts and more melodic sections for Flea, rapped lyrics, ghost notes so much on Chad Smith’s snare drum and hi-hat accents on each hit … Stay tuned to see where to place this twelfth disc on the “continuum” of Red Hot Chili Peppers.

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Not too spicy – away the enthusiasm for many hours – just the same chili sauce. Infinite Love consists of his part of pearls: the act ofAquatic Mouth Dance and See what you thinkthe noble solo guitar ofIt’s Just Natural And one of the let them crythe muscular flight of These are the Wayshyphen between Who and grunge … So much proof that something would still happen if these four were in the same room.

True, sometimes we want to open the windows, especially when the “Red Hot” is just like themselves and thus blocked from any external influence. Effectively, the single BlackSummer would have benefited from a little more than a hybridization of Dani California and Californication. Veronica and breaking the woman, The Great Monkey and I have too much : it’s all from the same canvas and the dotted lines connecting one album to another aren’t too hard to fill. But that’s not where the album’s weaknesses lie, its main flaw is the more storytelling. Of the 17 songs, five are just quick B-Sides (we’ll help you: Not the One, Bastards of Light, She’s a Lover).

A producer other than the expert Rick Rubin, known for not pushing artists to their limits and for whom working with Red Hot Chili Peppers is a routine, can probably cut fat (six stages of the chorus in The Heavy Wing !) and focus the energy of the group. However, sometimes we feel like we are watching endless jams. Very linear Child poster it would have been a good song if it lasted three minutes instead of five. Even a success like It’s Just Natural suffers from this obesity: all is said after 3 minutes 30, but the piece is still rotated in a vacuum two more minutes. Anthony Kiedis (the singer with the mustache) becomes a fan of “healthy” living and gyms, Infinite Love very (and often too) selfish. A guilty pleasure, in short.

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